"I didn't mean to steal your fiancé!" Layla choked out through her tears. "I just couldn't help falling in love with him. I've always been so envious of you, Camila!"
Camila's gaze flickered between them, her heart pounding a relentless rhythm against her chest.
"Envious?" Camila finally spat out, her voice sharp with incredulity. "Envious of what, Layla? My life falling apart?"
"Yes, envious!" Layla sobbed, her voice breaking. "You've always had everything—the perfect family, the perfect life. And I have nothing." Her chin quivered as she struggled to maintain her composure.
"Nothing?" Camila's laugh was hollow, bitter. "You call taking my fiancé 'nothing'?"

***
When Camila returned home, filled with excitement to surprise her fiancé Blake, she was devastated to find him in bed with her stepsister Layla. This betrayal shattered her heart completely.
But the betrayal didn't stop there. Layla had also stolen Camila's meticulously designed jewelry pieces, using them to advance her own career dramatically. Even Camila's father and stepmother openly sided with Layla, pushing Camila into unprecedented isolation.
However, Camila was not broken by these blows. Determined to fight back, she began plotting her revenge with the help of Travis Turner, a business tycoon.
On this path of revenge, filled with emotional entanglements and family power struggles, Camila leverages her talent and resolve to the fullest. Yet, on the brink of justice and vengeance, who will emerge as the true victor?

Second Chance? Never Again

　　Travis Turner sat in his expansive office, the cityscape sprawling like a vast chessboard beyond the panoramic windows. His fingers danced across the keyboard with a mechanical precision that belied the turmoil brewing within him. The computer screen glowed, bathing the room in its pale light as he poured over property portfolios, his eyes scanning figures and margins with an intensity that was almost ferocious.


　　"More coffee, Mr. Turner?" his assistant asked from the doorway, a silver carafe in hand.


　　He barely glanced up, nodding once. "Please, and keep it coming," he replied, his voice calm and measured despite the storm inside. The rich aroma of the dark brew filled the room as she poured, but it did nothing to sweeten the bitterness that lingered on his palate.


　　"Anything else I can assist with today?" she inquired, her tone professionally detached.


CHAPTER 82 Get A Grip Turner